I Will But Confess The Sins Of

The Most Learned, Acute, And Diligent Student Cannot, In The Longest Life, Obtain An Entire Knowledge Of This One Volume.

Literature Is A Great Staff, But A Very Sorry Crutch.

Independently Of The Curious Circumstance That Such Tales Should Be Found Existing In Very Different Countries And Languages, Which Augurs A Greater Poverty Of Human Invention Than We Would Have Expected, There Is Also A Sort Of Wild Fairy Interest In Them, Which Makes Me Think Them Fully Better Adapted To Awaken The Imagination And Soften The Heart Of Childhood Than The Good-boy Stories Which Have Been In Later Years Composed For Them.

Merrily, Merrily Goes The Bark On A Breeze From The Northward Free, So Shoots Through The Morning Sky The Lark, Or The Swan Through The Summer Sea.

A Mother's Pride, A Father's Joy.